Everytime you lay your eyes on me
  I might ask you to whisper softly what you meant when you said
  I'm not right and love is dead
    November rains more than this month
  Lasting through much longer than your touch
    So ask yourself why look so desperate on any given day
  Walk beside me through windows painted glass
  Don't expect me to go through this decay
    Make a liar out of me and work your magic
  I can't ask the same of you
  For I'll discover your insides rot as will mine doing what you do
    Oh these days they get so hard, so hard to follow through
  Any one of those days, I'll see that knife go through
    Everytim that I see you there I might ask you just to not stare
  What you meant when you said that I'm not right and love is dead